![]() Log InA Poem by Dream Weaver![]() Hmm? Maybe the future perhaps?![]() ![]() Beneath the surface you couldn’t possibly see, such a disillusioned soul as somebody like me.
Am I not the person I appear to be? Digging so much deeper I’m a catastrophe.
Grappling with solitude staving off fear, I hunger for evidence I’m genuinely right here.
All that I ask for is all that I need, encouraging words that I might succeed.
The world has become so violent and cruel; every misunderstanding ending up in a duel.
Technological formats spiraling out of control, excommunicating the masses gathering into a dustbowl.
You’re hiding behind this encoded veil, of computer screens stoic and pale.
To hell with this even a blind man could see, these pixel dots collapsing my humanity… © 2013 Dream WeaverReviews
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